A very small nod to Otoya, his arms now crossed as he glared down at the rest of them, namely Histoire and Kitaoka.
"Hold on...Man? What man?" He spat out. Although unseen, his teeth gritted.
Several seconds pass as he tried to gain a decent-or for him decent enough amount of composure.
Again the thought of his nurse shrinking from his touch and avoiding his gaze had him right back to his usual temperament. If some mystery man did something to his woman...
"Go on, Neptune..." a slam of the base of his Cobra staff on the ground, almost in a final fashion.
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Date: 2024-06-04 07:14 pm (UTC)"Hold on...Man? What man?" He spat out. Although unseen, his teeth gritted.
Several seconds pass as he tried to gain a decent-or for him decent enough amount of composure.
Again the thought of his nurse shrinking from his touch and avoiding his gaze had him right back to his usual temperament. If some mystery man did something to his woman...
"Go on, Neptune..." a slam of the base of his Cobra staff on the ground, almost in a final fashion.